No, Monica liked loud, boisterous distractions. Things that kept the questions and thoughts from creeping too far up in her head. It's why she always made a pit stop at the closest bar in whatever town she was in before she settled in for the night. Nine times out of ten, she could get herself a strong drink and an eager bedfellow. The tenth time, she was forced to settle for a drink. It didn't matter to her; she liked alcohol and she liked sex so when the two mixed, good for her. If they didn't, she was at least getting half of the full order.
Hargeon wasn't impressive enough nowadays to really impress Monica so any wondering at it was left deep in her head. There weren't any impressive bars either so she was forced to settle for a small hole in the wall watering hole. It was cramped, dark and a bit dingy but it was close to where she was staying and it had plenty of liquor, if the bottles on the wall were any indication. She walked right up to the bar and planted herself down on the corner chair. “Whiskey." She said simply to the bartender, only meeting his gaze long enough to put in her order before she turned to look about the place.
Looking and searching all at the same time.